"But there are too many gifts. We first placed it in the corner of the outer hall, but now that corner is a little overcrowded..."

"Who asked you to pile up? I've said it's not allowed to be collected." Xia Xiqing was wearing a black suit, pressing his headset with his hands, hurriedly walking towards the outer hall. Unexpectedly, the other end said, "No, boss, they insisted on giving it to it, because..."

"Don't make excuses, I'll..."

"Because they said it was a birthday gift for you, and there was a big cake."

Xia Xiqing's steps suddenly stopped.

Birthday?

He took out his cell phone in a slow motion and unlocked the screen, December 21.

It seems to be his birthday...

I have been too busy and chaotic recently and have no time to care about time. Moreover, since that happened on his tenth birthday, he has never had a good birthday again.

Looking at the girls waiting in line in the ticket inspection area, Xia Xiqing felt a complicated feeling. They were very obedient, not quarrel or make noise, and had no support. They just quietly put the letter and stuffed the gifts to the staff. They were quiet, and they didn't even dare to say a happy birthday, for fear of disturbing themselves.

It is a happy thing to be able to reap the love of others at any time.

Xia Xiqing called his assistant, "Go and buy as many flowers and pink roses as possible for me, and give them to these girls, one branch for each person."

The assistant quickly completed the matter and gave flowers to the fans while checking the tickets. Xia Xiqing cut the big cake with his own hands and shared it with everyone.

Soon, the assistant pushed another shelf with dark blue velvet on it.

"Mr. Xia, this is also a gift to you."

Xia Xiqing didn’t have time and didn’t raise her head, “I’ll put it in the outer hall for a while…”

"Why don't you take a look first?"

He raised his head and glanced at the shelf in confusion. A card was placed on the shiny velvet under the crystal lamp with a card that said Happy Birthday.

The moment he saw the signature, Xia Xiqing couldn't help but be stunned.

from:thief.

He stretched out his hand, a heart pounding, and each thrust hit his barren and empty chest, as if resonating with the thing covered by the velvet.

After lifting the cover, Xia Xiqing saw an oil painting, where a beautiful woman sat at the top of the painting.

It was his mother who painted when he was fifteen years old, and it was also the first auctioned painting in his life.

After ten years of drifting and displaced, I finally returned to him.
Chapter completed!